“I’m so glad I live in world where there are Octobers.”
L. M. Montgomery
So a couple of things have happened in response to my “falling off the bike” adventure. First – and less than 24 hours after the event – a Town of Tarboro public works team filled the pothole. That is an amazing turnaround and probably unprecedented in the history of hole-filling!
Then I woke up Friday morning to note that my wrist had continued to swell as well as my hand. So I made my way to the walk-in clinic in case it was actually broken. The doctor was impressed with the inflated size of my hand and ordered a few x-rays. Turns out I have what looks like a hairline fracture and apparently the mother of all wrist sprains.
“The intervention is the same regardless,” the doctor said. “We have to stabilize your wrist so let’s do the cast for a month.”
This is high-tech. They slipped it on over a sleeve while it was still warm. It conformed to my hand, wrist and lower arm then set as it cooled. Theoretically, I should be able to turn a dial, loosen a velcro strap and remove the cast for showers before putting it back into place.
The good news is the amazing level of care that is available. Someone like me can do something silly like fall off a bike and there is the cavalry, ready to swoop in and save the day!
Later Rebekah and I walked through the lovely fall colors of the neighborhood to meet Mr. T. heading home from school.
Midland, which took off economically in the prosperous post-war era of the 50’s and 60’s, boasts one of the nation’s finest collections of authentic mid-century architecture.
There are so many gems like this one, often nestled in heavily wooded lots in these quiet neighborhoods.
Friday rounded out with soccer practice for our 7-year-old grandson, there on Midland’s lush green playing fields, golden in the late October light.
That’s the news from Michigan, where the leaves are falling – loaded with every color imaginable, where the air is crisp – ushering in the change of seasons, and where the future of a family that has lived in six nations on four continents is beginning to fall in synch the distinctive rhythms of the American Heartland.
On the road again – DEREK
